Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.